would shout aunty! aunty!
till I showed up at my verandah
How old are you aunty?
sixteen!
But you have greying hair
no, but my mother also made her hair silver!
Aunty, will this flower become bigger?
Aunty, how many skips can you do without stopping?
Thousand!
How can you do thousand?
With just a click of my fingers
.....
My dear little ones,
I am not sixteen, but my heart is
My flowers don't bloom like a bud once did
But my soul blooms like the crone flowers
My hair - silver for the million moons I prayed to
I can skip through my thousand hurts and fears
my little ones...
One step at a time
